Wonderfully strange and strangely wonderful, this film will divide audiences into those who like oddball, eccentric unresolved and downright weird and those who will harrumph at pretentious arthouse chic. I will leave you to decide which side of the divide your sympathies lie. But anybody who wants to see a film I can confidently predict will be like no other you can think of will be rewarded by an absurdist vision of family life which is in turns drole, disturbing, satirical and alarming. The father is the only one of a five-strong family who goes out of the walled house and garden they live in. Nearly all of the film takes place in the house, which is like a parallel world to our own: one in which language and relationships have developed in strange and grotesque ways, but are eerily resonant and a fractured looking glass version of our own. David Lynch might be the most obvious reference point, but this has a very different feel: without the dreamy ambience, it is almost clinical, as if a human experiment in behaviour was being conducted. More like Haneke I suppose (with The White Ribbon), though oddly it also made me think of an utterly deadpan Ricky Gervais - cruelly funny at times. Some people will undoubtedly hate this, a few walked out, others gasped at certain scenes. The rest of us are left with one of those films that burrows into your head for a while and nags at you while you consider the strange resonance of it all.